Just an Escape

Hey you, my thoughtless whisper,
Floating out there in the void of my mind,
Stop, don’t fly away from me,
Please stay with me just this one time.
My thoughts have been wandering,
Nightmares have begun to feel like real life,
This drop of darkness keeps me grounded,
As I watch my heart slowly turn to ice.

Maybe this is what they call growing older,
This need to be stabbed just to know you’re still alive,
But like an addiction, the dosage gets higher,
For inside, it’s the dead and empty feelings that thrive.
I no longer know if my den keeps me sane,
Or whether it’s an escape from reality, in which I hide,
As I watch those closest to me burn as they catch fire,
I wonder, am I really numb or just a coward inside?

There are those days, when the light shines brightly,
And I feel more than I’ve felt in years,
But I know, as I try to hang on to the sunlight,
My heart will freeze over, taking with it all my tears.
From a distance, I can feel the warmth,
But as I step closer, all I feel is the biting cold,
And in frustration, I let the emptiness wash over me,
Now it’s easier to just escape, if truth be told.

This is my world, my wintry madness. I hope the snowflakes leave a trail of lingering warmth as they slip off your skin…

The End

Some days I look upon the sky, with a singing in my heart. Some days the singing turns in to voices I once sought. "Leave not, leave not!" in despair, my heart does always shout. Alas, in the end, you're gone my friend, in the end you've left without a thought...

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"My poetry is too crude for refined thought..." -deadpoet

Existence

"The very existence seems to contradict the meaning of form. I am not a happy being, nor do I strive to be. What matters is irrelevant, what is, is pseudo-truth. Kill not the problem, but the root. But what if the root itself is my existence?"~deadpoet

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